What occurred during grades seven through twelve is not less interesting than what happened after or before this period of time. I do believe what happened after their graduation from the Academy is more important to the growth and subsequent fall of the New Reich. This history book would be reduced to some teenage drama series that is only popular because of its shallow one-dimensional protagonists. These people already have meticulously recorded their lives, especially during their Gymnasium years. They have written their own memoirs. Though I would not recommend reading it, for its sole purpose is to glorify the person who wrote it or who had it written about them. However, these are the only public records that exist of what happened during these years, albeit as viewed through a carefully constructed propaganda-lens.

I also was not present during those years, so I cannot detail their development during these years. I can talk about the graduation and naming ceremony, which was caught on tape by proud family members and which I could look into.

The first part was the shorter part of the ceremony. Out of the fifty students, forty-seven students made it to this point. Two students failed one year and the other one was taken from the school for unknown reasons. The remaining forty-seven students received their Gymnasium diplomas and then lined up on the podium for the second part: the naming ceremony.

Then there was Alex Danvers, who was officially a graduate, but who decided to and received permission to stay for one extra year to perfect her close-quarter fighting skills. She would not be called up on the stage and was not part of the naming ceremony, though she officially would graduate today.

Every graduate received a nickname by the board of the Academy, based on their actions in school. It often links back to personalities and weapons, but could also be randomly picked based on how intimidating it sounds. A clear exception was a young man known as the 'Robin' because he was small and nimble. He had done a lot in his short career, and his methods were in sharp contrast to the cheerfulness a real robin may bring.

Both metas and non-metas were brought on the stage for the occasion – every one of them was going to receive a nickname. Some might regard it as an actual title that gives them a reason to be respected, even if the respect may not always be earned. Still, it was not up to the board to officially give them a nickname that would stick for the rest of their lives. These graduates would have to do the heavy work to make these names their own and turn it into a weapon itself.

Given that such a large number were given nicknames, most people inevitably faded away into obscurity as they stood in the shadows of those individuals who would matter most in the end. The same principle applied to this class, where eight individuals would make an actual difference.

The nicknames were announced in alphabetical order. As such, the students were lined up so that even those who had no idea what the names of these graduates were, they could easily follow who was receiving which nickname.

The headmistress walked to the microphone stand positioned to the far right of the stage. From that position, she announced the students' nicknames.

"Barry Allen. Blitzkrieg."

A haughty smile spread across Barry's face while the audience clapped and his friends congratulated him. It had a nice ring to it. Blitzkrieg. Not many received a German nickname like that. It could reflect the Academy's belief that Barry was going to do great. either way, it was a title fit for a speedster.

"Kara Danvers. Overgirl."

Kara's small smile deeply contrasted her folded arms and cold gaze. She nodded in acceptance of the nickname. It was perfect for someone who was expected to exceed expectations during life.

"Laurel Lance. The Siren."

Laurel grinned as if she was insane. She liked it. It did not only match her pretty appearance, but also her personality. A siren in myths lured people in with sweet songs and promises. Yet, once the sailors entered the waters and responded to the call, the siren showed her true hostile intentions. Her lullaby turns into a deafening cry – not unlike the one Laurel could produce – and the sailors stood no chance.

"Sara Lance. The Canary."

It seemed she was already celebrating her nickname. The light-heartedness she showed at school, her quick movements, as well as the fitting blonde hair, made this choice all the more obvious. Though the Canary was not a meta like the Siren, she could prove to be just as deadly, if not more deadly.

"Thomas Merlyn. Prometheus."

Tommy nodded once and silently thanked the committee for not giving him a lame nickname. Prometheus – the Greek giant that brought fire to the cold people of the earth. A true protector of man, just as Tommy would be to the citizens of the New Reich. Though Prometheus defied the gods, Tommy would set out to fight those that think themselves to be gods – those rebels who falsely believed they could establish a new world order.

"Raymond Palmer. The Atom."

This nickname was only a formality, but Ray appreciated the one the committee picked nonetheless. He may have no military qualities or aspirations, but he was a brilliant young scientist and engineer. With the help of Barry and his father, he created a demo version of a shrinking suit. It was only in the developmental stage, but this was enough to warrant this title.

"Oliver Queen. The Dark Arrow."

Oliver, like Tommy, nodded once. It seemed he was happy, though there is no denying there were better-sounding nicknames out there. In comparison to Tommy, his 'Prometheus' was better than 'Dark Arrow'. Oliver did show a liking towards the darker colored arrows while training, but everyone liked it more. I like to think the committee thought it was hard to find a good nickname since teenage Oliver Queen is hard to define.

Despite the nickname, people still clapped and congratulated him with the nickname, some reminding him he could easily rebrand himself some other way. But Oliver did not consider that for even a second. He was going to make it his goal to make it work.

Three years from now, Thea would attend her own graduation and naming ceremony. She would be given the nickname 'Arsenal', based on the number of trick arrows she would have liked to use during practice. Alex Danvers politely refused to be given a nickname of her own. She did not feel it would improve her status or the way she worked. She was aware that she was not going to be as great as her adoptive sister, and those who received an Academy nickname often never used it after the fact. She is the last Academy student who refused to be given such a nickname.

The headmistress congratulated the group once again before the young adults were released into the world – but first, they were going to do what teenagers liked to do. They were going to party.

All graduates and Alex Danvers went to the local dance hall, the Verdant, to celebrate their diplomas. Thea Merlyn-Queen attempted to sneak in – the senior parties were always more interesting – but the security caught her and not even her name could give her access to the party. The seniors stayed from four pm until ten pm. They dined there and though a recently implemented curfew was still in place, the seniors and their parents were allowed one extra hour to return home.

I was not present. I never attended such Academy senior party. I wish I were able to make a comparison, but I am unable to. I can only guess what happened based on what the graduates said about that evening. Still, I will try my best to make a faithful reconstruction of that night.

The party started at four. They played the favorite music of the seniors, either by a live band or recordings through speakers. Some songs would be played multiple times since they were popular. These songs were generally pop songs about love and duty, and some propaganda songs were thrown into the mix as well. The first three hours, these graduates hit the dancefloor.

Dinner was served at seven. Some did not realize until their friends were done eating. There was pizza and fries galore. The graduates did not bring the food on the dancefloor – they remained at the side and watched their friends while eating. Tables were scattered around in the venue, with enough chairs so that everyone could sit down. Yet not even half of the group did not sit at any given moment. if there were leftovers of this dinner, they would be eaten throughout the evening.

Alcohol was served from eight o'clock. The New Reich did not keep the previously established drinking age of 21 but instead followed the German model. The law dictated sixteen-year-olds were allowed to drink soft alcoholic drinks, such as beer and wine. Stronger alcoholic drinks, such as whiskey or vodka, were only available when they turned eighteen years old. Some seniors were not eighteen yet, but this law was respected. No seventeen-year-old touched a glass of alcohol they were not allowed to drink yet, and none of their older friends bought them a glass of beer. It must be their Academy discipline that stopped them from breaking this law.

After the bar was opened, there were two hours left on the dancefloor. The seniors remembered most of what happened in these two hours. For example, Sara Lance had a good time with one of her best friends, Alex Danvers, as they danced together. At the same time, Ray Palmer talked to his adoptive brother Barry about the suit.

But more interesting things occurred during this time-frame. To be precise, two things happened.

The first was a public display of affection between Tommy Merlyn and Laurel Lance. Multiple witnesses state the two had been around one another the entire time. They even kissed each other while drunk. They had never publicly shown any interest in each other before. Some seniors – cautiously – accused Tommy of forcing Laurel to kiss him. A couple of days later the two revealed they became enamored with one another. They never made it public to keep the number of rumors to a minimum. They were relieved to be able to reveal what was going on. Some thought it was funny that Laurel, who had been reported to be madly in love with Oliver Queen until the tenth grade, eventually settled for his best friend. She never spoke about "that silly crush" in public.

The other noteworthy event was Oliver being Oliver. He reportedly complained about his nickname while Kara was celebrating hers. Kara may have changed his mind about his nickname, though we cannot be sure. At this point, Kara and Oliver had been dating for four years. Kara loved Oliver's ruthlessness during training sessions while Oliver admired the same thing about Kara. It was a match made in heaven, and everyone knew it would be hard to separate them.

Oliver may have had the same idea. During the party, he proposed to Kara. She accepted it. They made it clear they were not going to be wed within the next year – both wanted to join the military and build a career and gain life experience before they would tie the knot. Oliver wanted to make the relationship a little more permanent, and he succeeded.

This is everything I know about this night. I can only imagine the seniors had the time of their lives while the lives of the most important players in the fall of the New Reich changed forever.

Out of curiosity; would you rather read an Avengers retelling with the Legends of Tomorrow, or with Arrowverse characters? Either works and I can't quite make out which one to write. Please let me know in the comments which version you would most likely read.